i can’t
i can't i'm not going to be able to remind you to go if you've never been there i try and describe ecstasy but it comes out as poetry…
let the song go
let the song go release the rain song in progress okay to sleep instead slippery fish return or don't magic will be made over years not minutes this one darts…
hear now be
hear now be here i am waiting for the rest of the world to wake up i'd like a coffee and a gypsy horn please harvard square on the moring…